Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Is that so?” Astaroth hums to Danta’s sass, acting as if he’s completely unaware of what it’s like to in fact multitask. “Ensure that they listen by utilizing force.” It has a nice ring to it, if he’s being honest – but the idea is still laughable if only for the fact it’s just a moniker he’s forcing them to listen to.
Either way, the playfulness vanishes as mortality comes into play and the butcher is more than content to dive headfirst into the siren song of the Maverick’s perfect cupid bow lips. Enough that he shifts easily enough, rolling onto his back for the other Ancient to blanket him once more, dragging the haphazardly tugged blankets with them in the process. His free hand smooths down his spine to his lower back while the other remains curled into the nape of Danta’s neck, keeping him close even as they part and his words brush against the butcher’s lips.
“Immortality, I would assume?” The thought of immortality had already crossed his mind too. So long as he got to keep this, the idea of the two of them being immortal bastards plaguing Caido for even more centuries is alluring as it is exciting. And yet, it feels impossible all the same, but at least it's nice to dream once in a while.
For now, though, the butcher hums his answer against the plump bottom lip of the other Ancient, refraining from nipping out of pure fun in order to annoyingly nuzzle his nose against the blonde's.
Either way, the playfulness vanishes as mortality comes into play and the butcher is more than content to dive headfirst into the siren song of the Maverick’s perfect cupid bow lips. Enough that he shifts easily enough, rolling onto his back for the other Ancient to blanket him once more, dragging the haphazardly tugged blankets with them in the process. His free hand smooths down his spine to his lower back while the other remains curled into the nape of Danta’s neck, keeping him close even as they part and his words brush against the butcher’s lips.
“Immortality, I would assume?” The thought of immortality had already crossed his mind too. So long as he got to keep this, the idea of the two of them being immortal bastards plaguing Caido for even more centuries is alluring as it is exciting. And yet, it feels impossible all the same, but at least it's nice to dream once in a while.
For now, though, the butcher hums his answer against the plump bottom lip of the other Ancient, refraining from nipping out of pure fun in order to annoyingly nuzzle his nose against the blonde's.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
